HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!! This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless. Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire. You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl. A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless. Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life. A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own. She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word. Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches. A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control. An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy. Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over. Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer. A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs. Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table. Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages. Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Ep 1: Invisible Sparks

Kelly

I slouched in the back row of Professor Wilson's lecture hall, my short skirt riding up just enough to catch the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. The room hummed with the usual chatter... Girls giggling about frat boys, guys trading notes on weekend parties. College was supposed to be my reset button: the hot girl from high school, still a virgin at twenty-two, finally ready to let loose.

Then *he* walked in.

Professor William Hargrove-tall, broad-shouldered, short dark-and-gray facial hairs that make his strong jawline look even more defined. His button-down stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. A bit of a tattoo peeks under his rolled-up sleeve. My panties went damp in a heartbeat.

"Latecomers, find a seat," he barked, voice deep and commanding as his eyes swept the room. When his gaze landed on me...it held. My nipples tightened under my thin crop top. A shiver raced straight down my spine and settled between my thighs. *Look at me, Prof. See what you do to me.*

He launched into quantum physics like it was thunder rolling through the hall. Every time he paced, every time that gravelly voice wrapped around formulas, my thighs clenched harder. I was soaked by the third slide.

"Miss Harper."

My heart slammed against my ribs. "Yes, Professor?"

"Care to explain Faraday's law?"

Shit. I hadn't studied. On purpose. "Uh... something about electromagnetic induction?" I flipped my hair, letting my crop top slip just enough to flash the lace edge of my bra.

One eyebrow lifted. His lips twitched, like he was fighting a smirk. "Close enough for participation credit. Next time, read the chapter." His gaze dropped to my legs for half a second too long before snapping back to the board.

Heat pooled between my thighs. *He noticed.*

I barely heard another word after that. I was too busy doodling *Will Hargrove* in my notebook surrounded by tiny hearts, lost in the fantasy of him bending me over his desk, thick cock stretching my virgin pussy while he growled my name. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my thighs together under the desk, biting my lip so hard it hurt.

Around me, some boys whispered.

"Dude, that prof's ripped. Bet he bangs TAs."

"Check the blonde... she's hot."

I smirked, flipping my hair, but my eyes stayed glued to him. It was question time: hands shot up. Mine stayed down, even though I knew the answer. Let him think I'm clueless. Needy.

After class, I packed slowly, hoping he'd glance my way. Instead, the blond guy from the row ahead... Jake, turned around with a cocky grin. "Kelly, reading group at my place tonight? That skirt is criminal."

I flashed a smile and waved him off. "Maybe next time, Jake." My eyes stayed glued to Professor Will as he snapped his briefcase shut and strode out without a backward look.

That night in my dorm, I pulled up his faculty page. *Dr. William Hargrove, PhD. Divorced. No children.* My fingers dipped under my panties, circling slowly as I imagined his hands on me instead.

"God, notice me," I whispered, arching off the bed, breaths coming fast and shallow until I shattered, his name on my lips.

The next lecture, I bombed the pop quiz on purpose. Scribbled nonsense and handed it in with a wink at the TA. Jake cornered me afterward in the hallway.

"You're killing it in class, Harper, but ditch the nerd shit. Come grind with me at the bar tonight."

His hand brushed my hip, warm and insistent. I felt the familiar pull... and shoved it down.

"Tempting," I said, eyes already on the real prize, "but I'm good."

A week later our grades were posted. I had an F. Bold red letters next to my name.

My roommate Mia gasped. "Kelly, what the hell? You're acing everything else!"

I shrugged, pulse racing with excitement. "Guess I need tutoring."

My laptop dinged. New email. Professor Will.

*Miss Harper, your performance is concerning. See me in office hours Monday at 4 PM. We need to discuss your... potential.*

I squealed, spinning around the room like an idiot.

Mia stared. "How are you this excited about failing?"

"I failed on purpose," I purred. "Just to get his attention."

Her mouth dropped open in a perfect O.

I laughed. "You look ridiculous."

"I'm not saying a word," she muttered, turning back to her laptop.

Monday I showed up in my tightest jeans, the ones that hugged my ass like a second skin and a low-cut blouse that left nothing to the imagination. His office smelled like fresh coffee and old books. He sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, those veined forearms on full display.

"Close the door, Kelly." His voice low, commanding.

I did, then perched on the chair opposite, crossing my legs slowly so the denim pulled tight.

"Your quiz was a disaster," he said, leaning forward. "What's going on?"

I bit my lip and shifted so my blouse gaped just right. "I... got distracted. Life stuff." *All you.*

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "You're smarter than this, Kelly. Top of the roster in gen chem. If you fail, it tanks your GPA."

Heat flushed my cheeks. "What if I need extra help? Private sessions?"

My foot brushed his under the desk-totally accidental, of course.

He pulled back, jaw tight. "Office hours are public. We'll do reviews three times a week after class." His gaze flicked to my lips, then away fast.

*Got you.*

"Whatever you say, Prof." I stood, leaning over to grab my bag so my ass was right there. His sharp inhale told me everything.

"Miss Harper..."

"Kelly," I purred, turning at the door.

"Focus." But his eyes burned.

"Maybe the only thing distracting me... is you, Prof Will." I flashed a smile and walked out, hips swaying.

That night Jake texted: *Heard you bombed the quiz. Come over. I'll make you forget.*

I typed back *Soon*, then reached for my vibrator instead. I pictured Professor Hargrove pinning me down, thick veined cock nudging my entrance while his mouth sucked marks into my neck.

"Prof Will... fuck me..." I moaned, fingers flying over my clit until I came, thighs shaking, soaking the sheets.

Mia walked in right as I was wiping myself clean with a tissue. "Holy fuck, Kelly!"

I grinned. "What? A girl has needs."

"Get yourself a boyfriend already."

"No. All I want is Prof Will. That fire. That body. He's so my type."

"He's *fifty-nine*," she reminded me.

"That just makes it hotter." I shrugged.

"Jesus, you're unbelievable."

"Ever had a real crush?" I asked.

She crossed her arms. "What's that got to do with your obsession?"

"Shut up." I laughed, cheeks burning. "He's divorced. Prime daddy material."

Mia rolled her eyes. "Virgin alert. You'd combust on contact."

Wednesday: First private session as in an empty classroom. He drew diagrams on the board, chalk dust on his strong fingers. I sat close enough that my thigh pressed against his.

"Like this?" I leaned in, breath warm on his neck.

"Precisely." His voice had gone gravelly. When our hands brushed, as he reached for the marker, electricity shot straight to my core. My nipples peaked hard under my tank top.

"Good girl," he muttered, then froze. Cleared his throat. "Good progress."

By session three, it was pure torture. His cologne wrapped around me every time he moved. I "dropped" my pen, bending slow so my ass was practically in his face. A low, animal growl rumbled behind me.

I straightened, catching his stare locked on my thighs, lips parted.

"Kelly." Warning thick in his voice. But his pants were clearly tented.

"Oops." I licked my lips. Our eyes locked. The air felt thick enough to choke on.

"Enough for today." He turned away fast, adjusting himself discreetly.

My little game was finally working.

Final exam week. I half-assed the review-just enough to scrape by and still failed. He stumbled over his words when he handed back the papers, hands shaky.

"Stay after class. See me in my office."

I walked in soaked from the rain, hair dripping, and blouse clinging to my curves. The door shut behind me. No desk between us this time. He paced, tie loose, jaw clenched.

"You failed. Intentionally?"

My pulse thundered. "Maybe I like the attention."

"This isn't a game, Kelly."

"I know, Professor... but I'd be glad if you played me."

He stopped pacing. "Your scores. What's the real issue?"

"Wet dreams?" I teased, swinging my wet hair so droplets trailed down my cleavage.

A rough laugh escaped him, eyes darkening. "Focus, Miss Harper. Or you will fail."

"I'll try harder," I whispered, stepping close and placing my hand on his arm. His muscles jumped under my palm like it had been shocked.

He stepped back, breath hitching. "I'll tutor you. One last time." It was a request.

"Yes, Sir."

My pussy soaked through my panties instantly

Continue to next part

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.6

Ashes of Our Vows: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret

9.6

In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times. Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet. I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars. That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me. After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you." Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again. In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch. But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby. Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child." Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago. When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time." At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago. I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

Bound By Blood To The Mafia King

9.0

Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive. But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face. Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again. What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return. Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry. "I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here." Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

7.2

His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

7.2

Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace. Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow. Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss. Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

8.0

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

Mafia Modern Romance

HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

Chapter 1

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